Lev821

30 Apr 2022

Chickens

This is why chickens should never play on railways.

Playing truant was always appealing. Always. Two nine-year-olds deep into their school days would always know better than what adults told them. Your years in school were not the best days of your life, and you don’t need to attend classes to get clever t...

Lev821

4 Nov 2020

End Of The Line

As he pokes his nose into other people's business, will he end up regretting it?

The book on speaking Italian was of no interest to him, despite looking at it with apparent interest. He was in fact, surreptitiously looking through the shelves of books in the library at the computers where he had a good view of what people were looking...

Gypsygyrl

21 Apr 2017

Romance on the Railway

Come follow the tracks to my heart

Each night beneath the kindly moon’s soft radianceWe make again that joyful connection of loveVulnerable in our emotional nakednessAs we bare the most profound feelings of our heartsAll too soon the hour of parting is upon usCatching us unaware in our com...

Lev821

27 Jan 2017

Game over

Why does a train have to be walled up? and does it relate to an unfinished game of hide and seek?

The word 'divorce' was becoming more and more frequent in his mind, as though pervading his consciousness like an unwelcome image, which to Neil Parker, it was. He had just ended a phone conversation with his wife. It was an argument over how much she was...

TheGreatValette

24 Nov 2015

Source of an Epic Life

An older woman Reading on the light rail, In her purse, a bottle of water With these words on the label, "Source of an Epic Life." I shift my gaze back out the window, And face reality.

All aboard the train for runaways, We'll take you somewhere near or far. Now it's time to get away, Guaranteed faster than that stolen car. Jump on board the train for runaways, Escape the world of abuse. We have adventures day by day, Promised not to be...

clum

18 May 2013

This Is Where I Write

Where do you write?

Coach B is the Quiet Coach. It is a good place to think, to reflect and from which to draw inspiration. It is a silent movie and my mind writes the title cards. I always travel in Coach B, though it is always at the far end of the platform. For four and a...

nirupam

28 May 2012

Missing the Train

The last suburban train got preponed. I didn't apprehend, for it wasn't regular.Some railway porters consoled me a while,  Perhaps they thought I was in trouble. There was none else left on the platform.  I mean, somebody, who had a definite home to retur...